We’re jumping forwards a few weeks now. I’m gonna follow AJ’s example from her story - she told you guys about her first two hypnosis sessions, in great detail, and then started to skip along the following months to give you glimpses of her descent into mind-controlled bliss. I could talk forever about my own experiences, spending two or three chapters on each and every session, but then this thing’s gonna end up being like a thousand chapters long!

So yeah, time jump. You join us at the start of May, three months after I started dating Richard and Alyssa, and just over a month after my first time getting hypnotised. I’d made progress quickly, partly out of a very strong desire to spend more and more time as a frozen, mindless Jelly Doll. I’d been hypnotised quite a few times by now, and though Richard had tested a few other suggestions with me, we’d focused mainly on freezing. We’d been following a kind of training programme to get me to freeze for longer and longer periods, building my stamina for staying rigid and blank, and working on improving my lack of reactivity. As you’ve seen, I’m already pretty great at not making involuntary noises or twitches when I’m touched and played with, but I was getting even better. By May, I could stay completely still and silent, my mind remaining utterly calm and empty, even if my nipples were both being mercilessly twisted. That little test was AJ’s idea, because, and I say this with love, she’s psychotic.

To be fair to her, she was having her own period of adjustment. As those of you keeping up with her side of the story will know, she’d made the momentous decision to let Danielle live in her body full-time, after a couple of weeks’ trial period - despite (or maybe because of) some restrictions she’d discovered she’d have to put up with, as a result of the rules Richard had imposed on the slave persona. So I guess she needed to use me as an outlet for her powerlessness - which was fine by me! I can’t say I would’ve objected to my gorgeous girlfriend torturing my tits, even if I hadn’t been a frozen toy at the time.

Outside our dom/sub/toy home life, we did all still have lives, and creative careers. And some of us had shitty part-time jobs to fill the lapses in our creative careers. As such, on the evening of May 1, you find me, dear readers, sitting in an office chair in the rehab clinic where I worked, staring at my phone. I was the only one manning reception - we rarely needed more than one person, although my manager was lurking in her nearby office in case I needed backup, as usual. We got maybe one person coming in every half an hour, at the most, so I had plenty of time and opportunities to goof off. My manager was quite tolerant, and didn’t mind me reading or texting when there was no-one around, as long as my mind was immediately back on the job if and when someone did show up.

As such, I was doing a little bit of scrolling through Insta and the Cursed Bird App, and a little bit of messaging with my partners in our group chat. The conversation began innocently enough, with us discussing what we’d have for dinner that night, and me telling them how bored I was. That prompted Richard to start trying to take my mind off the tedium by hinting at his evil intentions for me that evening...

Rich: I have schemes and plans, Jelly, so many schemes and plans! ;)

JellyDoll: Ooooh schemes an plans huh?

JellyDoll: Any hints?

AJ: if u tell her your plans and not me it’s bullying

Rich: [cry-laughing emoji]

Rich: Perhaps I already have...

I raised an eyebrow, grinning as I typed out a response of my own. Bullying Alyssa sounded like a great idea!

JellyDoll: Yh maybe I know all the schemes and plans

JellyDoll: Maybe he told me bc I’m special

JellyDoll: I get to know stuff and remember stuff and you dont

AJ: [grumpy cat gif]

Rich: Maybe...

Rich: Or maybe I’ve told Jelly Doll things and had her forget,

Rich: and she’s forgotten like the good toy she is

Rich: until the time comes for her to remember...

Rich: if it ever does ;)

JellyDoll: eep [flushed-face emoji that matched my real-life face]

Rich: Maybe the seeds of a hypnotic suggestion have already taken root in your mind,

Rich: ready to start working on you when you get to ours tonight...

JellyDoll: gulp

Rich: or maybe I’m just messing with you xD

JellyDoll: Meeean

Rich: huehehehehe

AJ: it’s funny when its not me

Rich: It could be you...

AJ: [gif of the green Teletubby running away across a field]

JellyDoll: God I wish I was home with you guys getting played with rn

AJ: mood

AJ: i mean what i don’t want to be played with i am a strong independent woman

AJ: and i hate it, pls make me your dumb little slavegirl master

AJ: FUCK SAKE DANI

I stifled a belly laugh at that, instead sending a gif of JK Simmons chuckling in (I think) the Spider-Man films.

Rich: Jelly Doll, is anyone around right now?

I glanced up, taking a quick scan of the lobby. There was no-one there, and no-one approaching from outside. It was early evening so it was still light - I could have seen someone coming from quite a long way away. The coast was very much clear at that moment. My manager’s door was a fair distance behind me, far enough that if it suddenly opened I’d have time to stop doing... whatever I was doing, and compose myself. (Not that I intended to sit at my desk jilling off, or anything crazy like that. Although the mental image was pretty enticing...!)

JellyDoll: All clear atm

Rich: Would you like my phantom hands to keep you entertained?

I swallowed, my smile widening.

JellyDoll: Yes pls

JellyDoll: Lime very much

Rich: Good toy

JellyDoll: [hot face emoji]

JellyDoll: Thank u Master

I should say, I’d started openly calling him ‘Master’ by now, just as AJ and Dani did. I’d been mentally referring to him by that term as I’d started my journey into hypnotic submission, but we’d now had a conversation in which it had been decided I would address him by that title. Also, I now reacted to ‘good toy’, ‘good doll’ and other similar phrases the same way I did when he said ‘good girl’. He’d broadened the effect for Alyssa and Danielle too, so they now felt surges of pleasure for ‘good slave’, ‘good plaything’, stuff like that. He said he wanted more praise to give us more pleasure, which is a line of thought I can get down with.

Anyway, I digress. We were about to play with this new suggestion Master had recently introduced, which was ideal for long-distance hypnanigans. It’d proven to work as effectively on us as most everything else did. (I mean, if we can successfully swap vaginas, pretty much anything’s gonna work, right?)

Rich: Jelly Doll,

Rich: feel a finger stroke your jawbone

I shuddered, suddenly feeling a delicate fingertip tracing along the sensitive skin over my jaw, as solid and tangible as if it were really there.

JellyDoll: Nngh

Rich: Feel that finger trace down your neck, down your chest

Rich: Feel it lift away...

Rich: and then feel it stroking beneath your breast,

Rich: so tantalisingly close

Rich: and feel another, doing the same below your other tit

I bit my lip, squirming gently in my seat as the invisible fingers caressed my underboob.

Rich: How does that feel, Jelly Doll?

JellyDoll: Vrry very nice master

Rich: Good girl

Rich: And they just keep going, keep stroking, keep teasing...

AJ: [popcorn emoji]

Rich: While I send more hands to play with you elsewhere ;)

I swallowed hard, breathing deeply, my eyes darting up to check the lobby was still empty. That was the best thing about the ‘phantom hands’ suggestion - because they were magical spectral hands Richard had conjured up with hypnosis, he could have as many as he liked. And that extended to other body parts, too, not just hands... He could have me and Alyssa writhing on the floor, far away from each other and from him, getting pleasured and played with by a dozen invisible people, without anyone actually coming near us. It’s good. Ten out of ten, would recommend.

As I sat in my rotating office chair, trying to remain outwardly composed while ghostly hands teased me under my shirt, Richard fired off more messages, deploying more and more phantom fingers to fondle and grope me. First he sent one to the edge of my face, a finger and thumb stroking from either end of my jawbone towards each other. Another began squeezing my butt, making it a little hard to sit still. Two hands stroked up my inner thighs, getting further with every upward stroke, slowly making their way between their legs, until they were caressing very close to my slit before gliding away again. Two more tweaked my nipples - I had to suppress a squeak when I first read that message, but as the fingers continued to rub and pinch, I soon got more-or-less used to it, just as I did with all the others.

The hands were very attentive and skilful, knowing just how I liked to be touched and handled, and on the inside I was a defenceless horny mess. But I was able to present a professional façade, the only indication of my growing turmoil being my faintly flushed cheeks. The last few weeks of toy-training, perfecting my ability to remain frozen amidst great pain or pleasure, proved to be helpful even when I was a conscious, mobile human.

That is, until:

Rich: Feel the thigh hands reach your cunt, and begin playing with it,

Rich: rubbing you so tenderly

I clapped a hand over my mouth, stifling a lustful noise as the ghost-fingers began gently massaging my labia. I knew there was no way I could keep this up for long - as fucking wild as this was, as much as I was enjoying it, and as easygoing as my boss was, I’d be fired for sure if I was overheard moaning in my chair like a wanton slut, or if I was caught in the grip of a freezegasm.

I gave myself a few long moments to enjoy it, but as my Master’s thumb began to knead my clit, I forced myself to send another message, simply containing a lemon emoji. Within twenty seconds (thank God Richard’s a fast typer), I got a response.

Rich: Feel the hands move away, back to teasing either side again.

I let out a shuddering sigh as I felt his thumb slide off my button, his fingertips returning to the skin surrounding my cunt once again. It was still erotic, but not maddeningly so, enabling me to regain my deceptively tranquil exterior.

JellyDoll: Thank u Master [sweaty-laughing emoji]

Rich: Hehe you good?

JellyDoll: Sooo glod <3

JellyDoll: *good xD

Rich: Glod girl ;)

AJ: heeheehee glod

JellyDoll: You 2 never let anything go, do you? xD

AJ: ur a glod [emoji with tongue sticking out]

Rich: Do I need to squish you into silence, AJ...? xD

AJ: [gif of an impala running away from a cheetah]

Rich: Pahahahahaha

Rich: I take it I’m the cheetah?

AJ: obvi

AJ: bc u cheat

AJ: u use your mindfuckery to get ur own way all the time

Rich: That is a scandalous accusation

Rich: and yes, 100% ;) xD

AJ: and I’m the tame impala

AJ: bc the less I know the better

OK, that actually did make me laugh out loud!

***

My shift eventually came to an end, as all things do. (Wow, bleak and philosophical, Jelly. I’m so deep!) Richard had banished most of the phantom hands, but left the one fondling my ass. Getting publicly groped like that as I trotted out into the parking lot felt exquisitely humiliating, even though I knew no-one could see it. I straightened my dark grey skirt as I walked, despite knowing it would do nothing to deter the illusory palm on my cheek.

It was still light out - it was early evening in spring, after all. We shared the parking lot with a few neighbouring stores, and it was occupied by a fair number of cars, but there were few actual people around. I scanned my surroundings, trying to remember precisely where I parked.

“Excuse me?”

I stopped in my tracks and turned around, my most polite receptionist smile already at the ready. A young woman with long brown hair stood behind me, wearing an inquisitive expression. I realised I’d glimpsed her standing next to her car a few moments earlier, as I’d marched past her. “Can I help you?” I asked.

“I just wanted to ask, out of curiosity... are you a person?”

I frowned, bewildered by the question, and answered, “No, I’m just a toy.”

The girl grinned. “I knew it. I can always tell the toys from the people.”

I gave her an uneasy smile. I wasn’t sure how she knew what I really was, but I wasn’t interested in discussing it either. My true nature was between me and my partners. “I’m sorry, I’ve got to get ho-”

“And tell me, what do good toys do?” the girl interrupted, tapping her finger against her bottom lip in a gesture of supposed curiosity.

“Good toys obey,” I replied, as if it were obvious - which it was, of course.

Her grin broadened, twisting slightly to look a little predatory. She held out a hand. “Come with me, then.”

I meekly took it, letting her lead me to her car. She opened the passenger door and turned to me with a smirk. “Hop in, doll.”

“OK...” A shiver went through me as I did as I was told, wriggling a little to get comfortable in the seat, the ever-present hand still squeezing my ass. She closed the door on me, and seconds later she was clambering into the driver’s seat.

“Um,” I said in a small voice, “where - where are we - where are you tak-”

“Shhh,” she said soothingly, not even looking at me as she started up the engine. I fell silent.

Pulling out of her parking space, she drove us out of the lot and down the road outside. I sat with my hands in my lap, outwardly calm and placid even as my troubled mind tried to make sense of the situation. Something about this felt wrong, but I couldn’t figure out what, exactly.

I wanted to ask the strange girl to take me home, or simply to let me go, but I couldn’t, because she told me to shush and good toys obey. I started to feel faintly distressed at having been essentially abducted, although I wasn’t really sure why. I knew people weren’t supposed to get into a car with total strangers, but I was a toy, not a person, so that didn’t apply to me, did it? Still, some nagging sense was telling me I shouldn’t have gone with her. I certainly didn’t want to go with her, but what choice did I have? She told me to go with her, and good toys obey.

A short, silent drive later, we pulled up outside a suburban one-storey house. The mystery woman led the way to the front door, my legs never breaking stride as they powered me towards whatever unknown predicament awaited me.

Inside, a young man was sitting on a brown leather couch, staring at his phone. He glanced up at the sound of our entrance, and grinned delightedly. “Well, what do we have here?”

“I found us a new toy,” the girl sniggered.

“I can see that! Nice work, love.” Getting to his feet, he strolled towards us, leering at me. “One of those... what d’you call them?”

“Jelly Dolls,” she told him.

“Ah, yes, of course. Jelly Dolls.” He studied me intently, his eyes roaming over my body as I stood there nervously biting my lip. “So pretty... So lifelike. You could’ve sworn it was a real person.” He met my eyes. “But you’re not, are you? You’re not a person.”

“No, I’m just a toy,” I answered immediately.

“Good toy,” he said with a chuckle, exchanging a sinister grin with his partner as I shuddered with pleasure. “Colour check?”

“Super lime,” I blurted, and instantly forgot his question or my emphatic answer.

My kidnapper (or toynapper, I should say) removed her jacket, throwing it onto a nearby armchair. Her boyfriend did the same for me, sliding my smart blazer off my shoulders and handing it to her. As she laid it carefully on top of her coat, he stood right in front of me and traced his fingertips up my bare arms, his gaze never leaving my wide, anxious eyes.

“Uh, I should tell you,” I said timidly, “I actually - I already have owners... They’re expecting me...”

He seemed unconcerned. “Oh, I’m sure they won’t mind if we borrow you for a little while. Not everyone’s lucky enough to have a Jelly Doll to play with... It’s only fair that they share you with us, isn’t it?”

I didn’t know how to answer that. I was trembling a little. Noticing this, he gave me a look of mock sympathy. “Aw, you poor thing - you look so frightened! We can’t have that, can we?” He wrapped his palms around my upper arms, his thumbs caressing my skin as if to comfort me. “Let’s stop you from worrying, make this all so much easier for you...”

I gulped. “Um - bu-but... if - if you could jus-”

“Freeze.”

And I stiffened at once in his grasp, my flesh turning into pliable plastic, my thoughts and feelings vanishing like a wisp in the wind. I was no longer afraid of what might happen to me, no longer agitated by being stolen by this unfamiliar couple. Toys didn’t get agitated. Toys didn’t feel fear. I was theirs to play with now, just a good mindless toy for them to use as they so desired. I didn’t have enough consciousness left to notice how wet that made me.

My thief darted forwards, giggling manically, as her boyfriend let go of my arms and stepped aside, out of my field of frozen vision. She began hurriedly unbuttoning my white shirt, slipping it down my arms and onto the floor below. Bending down, she unzipped my skirt and yanked it down to my ankles, while I stared unwaveringly into the empty space where her gleeful face had been a moment ago. I was left wearing a bra, panties, tights, and shoes, all of them black.

Sneaking her fingertips between my slightly parted lips, she eased my mouth open wider, until it was a gaping O, which, added to my wide apprehensive eyes, gave me an expression of shocked surprise. She took hold of my straight arms and moved them away from my sides, pointing them outwards diagonally, making my overall appearance even more doll-like. She pulled down one of my bra cups to expose my boob, resting my nipple on the upper edge of the cup to keep it from sliding back up into place. She raised my hand towards my forehead, flattening my palm to make me salute, my elbow angled out to the side. She stepped close, her breathing noticeably heavy and her expression lustful, and stroked up my sides. She lightly tickled my armpits, revelling in my total lack of reaction.

“Sooo, any bright ideas on what we should do with our new toy?” she asked as she wrapped her hand around my mouth, squishing it out of shape.

“A few.” The man’s smug voice came from behind me. “Unless you’d rather cut to the chase, and use it the way you clearly want to?”

“Yeah,” she practically panted, staring right into my transfixed eyes. “I... I really wanted to do some inventive shit, find silly and sexy things to do... but having it here like this, so cute and frozen...” She gave a short barking laugh. “I just really wanna get off now, dude!”

He spluttered with mirth. “Understandable. And it’s not like Jelly Doll will mind - it doesn’t have a mind.”

My heart rate sped up. ‘It’. They kept calling me ‘it’. I... I really liked being called ‘it’. And I really liked the way these people were talking about me as if I wasn’t even there, describing me as the simple object that I was. Not a girl, an ‘it’. Not a person, just property. Not human, just a toy. I couldn’t think about any of this at the time, but my body was reacting without my mind’s input, my heart pounding and my cunt throbbing.

Letting go of my face, the thief stepped back and glanced over my shoulder at her partner. “So, shall we...?”

The next thing I felt was an arm wrapping around me, and a hand slipping beneath my legs from behind and firmly taking hold of me, hand planted on my crotch. The man lifted me into the air, and for a moment I started to tilt to the left alarmingly, before the arm encircling my torso tightened its grip. I was borne aloft across their living room and into a corridor, body rigid as a plank, arm still fixed in a salute, eyes registering the path ahead uncomprehendingly, mind totally vacant and calm.

Carrying me into their bedroom, he set me down by the bed, one foot after the other, letting me sway slightly on my left leg for a second before setting down the right. Following us in, the girl hopped in front of me and leaned in for a kiss, her hungry lips meeting my own unresponsive mouth (which her hand had almost squeezed shut a couple of minutes earlier). Her hands reached around my back and unclasped my bra, before clumsily lowering my arm from its salute and tugging the bra down, letting it drop to the floor between our feet. She continued to make out with my paralysed face as she hastily undressed herself, wrenching down her denim shorts and pulling off her orangey-red shirt over her head. I saw that she wasn’t wearing anything beneath.

“Such a good toy,” she murmured, studying my face and my body with smouldering eyes, licking her lips at the sight of my bare breasts. “Such a cute toy... Such a sexy toy...”

Seemingly unable to wait any longer, she moved around to my right, pressed her nude body against my side, and began to grind her crotch against my hip. Her arms snaked around me, her hand finding my left tit and gripping it like a handle, clinging on for dear life as she humped me like an animal. I could feel slickness spreading over my side, her pussy drenching my tights as she rubbed it against my hip bone with increasing fervour.

Frozen and motionless as I was, I couldn’t keep my balance for long with her humping me, nor could I stop myself from falling. Thankfully my trajectory took me onto the bed to my left, and the woman’s embrace slowed my descent while also pulling her down with me. I landed on my side and then fell onto my front, burying my face in the duvet.

“Turn it over, love,” said the voice of my thief’s partner. “It might be a toy, but it still needs to breathe.”

She snorted as she did so, rolling me onto my back. “So lifelike!”

Lying half on top of me, she resumed her grinding, rubbing herself up and down over my right thigh and knee, while sealing her mouth around my right breast. I could see none of what she did, my static eyes staring up at the cream-coloured ceiling. The boyfriend loomed in my peripheral vision, reaching down to bend my arms at right angles, my forearms pointing upwards, and then prising my unresisting mouth wide open again. My legs were already spread pretty far apart by the rampant humper perched on my thigh.

Anyone who saw me like this could be forgiven for thinking I was nothing more than a highly realistic sex doll. Because, after all, that’s what I was. A living, breathing blow-up doll with some delusions of sentience and independence, all of which had been banished from my brain the moment I reverted to my true form.

The girl abruptly scrambled off me, and at the same time a hand slid underneath me, squeezing between my back and the duvet, and lifted me up slightly. “Help me move it,” the man said, his other hand pushing under my right arm and grabbing me from beneath by the armpit. She took hold of my waist, raising my lower half off the bed. Together, they moved me up just a few inches before placing me back down again. I was aware of an empty space behind my head - it must have been off the edge of the bed now. He held my head in his hands - palms flat against my cheeks, fingers hooked over my jawbone - and tilted it back a little (not enough to strain my neck, at least if I didn’t have to hold the position for too long). This now gave my fixed eyes a view of his lower half, his dark green shorts and his hairy calves, rather than the ceiling.

One of my rigid arms was grabbed and adjusted, and then my fingers were brought to meet warm, wet folds of flesh, made to slide back and forth between them. The woman gasped and moaned as she frantically pumped my hand between her legs. I could hear her quietly grunting something over and over, an indistinct, repeated phrase that gradually grew clearer: “I don’t need to cum. Edging’s much more fun.” A peculiar mantra, but suitably erotic - enough that my sex doll self responded to it with another peak of arousal. Although, strangely, she kept interjecting other phrases: “Nn, c’mon...” “Fuck...” “Please...” “I need it...” Almost as if she was arguing with herself... I would’ve found that perplexing, if I’d been a conscious person.

Before my vacant eyes, the man tugged down his shorts, exposing his hard wood, and stepped towards me. After tracing my upper lip with the tip for a moment, he slid his dick into my wide open mouth. In contrast to his girlfriend’s demented masturbating, he took the upside-down face-fucking slowly and gently, careful not to risk damaging my neck. He must have wanted to go a lot harder - I could feel his cock twitching impatiently as it slid backwards and forwards. His balls hung in my sightline, swinging gently with every thrust.

I didn’t respond at all. I didn’t move, I didn’t react, I did nothing more than breathe around my user’s dick, letting him use me as a simple inanimate cocksocket... until he said, “Suck, doll.” At the sound of the trigger phrase, my mouth came to life, my lips closing around his shaft, my tongue springing up to receive it, tenderly fellating him as he continued to inch back and forth. The rest of me remained inert. Only my mouth moved, because only my mouth needed to move.

Having said that, my frozen body was nevertheless raging with arousal. Without a mind, I didn’t have any inhibitions, anything to tell me it was wrong to be used in this way by complete strangers. There was nothing restraining my love of being a frozen doll, my lust for being used, my longing to be a good obedient toy existing only for their enjoyment. My cunt was brewing up a storm, its juices soaking through my panties and tights - which my users had left untouched, seemingly uninterested in what lay beneath. The message was clear - only their sexual relief mattered, not mine. And without a mind, I couldn’t feel any disappointment about my desire going unfulfilled. I was just a toy, a pliant suckdoll, and what I wanted didn’t matter.

Eventually, reluctantly, the man pulled out of my mouth, which instantly locked into an O shape again. I could see his cockhead dribbling a few drops of precum. Placing his hand on the top of my head, he angled it back up again, straightening my neck, putting my frozen gaze back on the ceiling. Although the gap behind my head remained, it was still a more comfortable position.

He clambered onto the bed, and I heard a groan from the woman as my hand was pulled away from her pussy, my arm being shoved down onto the duvet. Then I felt a soft thud against my side, and thick hair being flung across my belly, and a chorus of moaning ensued.

I was left lying there as they fucked on the bed at a perpendicular angle to me, not paying me any attention at all. Now that I’d got them worked up, I was no longer relevant to the proceedings, other than as a headrest for the girl. I’d done what was required of me, and they hadn’t even bothered to put me to one side while they continued their sexcapades, giving no more regard to my close proximity than they did to their pillows. And that was fair enough, because I was no more conscious or aware than a pillow.

The soundtrack of horny noises (hornoises?) built to a crescendo, my thief still whimpering her mantra with some intermittent pleas, her head jerking against my side, pushing me along the duvet an infinitesimal distance. “Nnn... need to... don’t need to cum... edging’s... muh - much more funnn... p-please...”

“Well... I get the deciding vote...” the guy panted, “and... on this occasion I’m... I’m gonna be charitable... Cum, slave!” She cried out in ecstasy, writhing against me for a length of time my empty mind couldn’t determine.

Finally spent, they lay in an exhausted sweaty heap beside me, breathing heavily. I stayed the same as ever, frozen and fixed, spellbound and still, blank and blissful in my sex doll pose, my right arm the only part of me that didn’t fit the picture, flattened as it was against the duvet.

Until...

“Jelly Doll, realise as you unfreeze.”

I inhaled deeply, blinking hard and shaking my head dazedly. I could almost hear gears grinding inside my head as my brain slowly started up again. Grinning ruefully, I turned my head to my right, and was met by the smirking faces of my two ‘thieves’.

They were Richard and Alyssa, of course. “Hiya, toy,” AJ sniggered.

My cheeks turned bright crimson. “Oohh... that was creepy!” I giggled, hiding my face with my hands.

“Hey, don’t blame us,” she laughed, sliding closer to me and resting her head against me again, this time positioning it against my right tit, gazing at my face. “It was your idea, after all!”

“I knowww...”

“How did that feel, was that alright?” Richard asked sincerely, sitting up and looming over us. “I mean, you seemed genuinely scared for some of that.”

“I was,” I admitted matter-of-factly. “But then, that was what I asked for. And I wasn’t, like, seriously panicking or anything - I would’ve safeworded if it’d been too much. That level of fear was hot - that turned me on!”

He smiled wickedly. “Hmm... well, maybe we ought to devise more scenarios like that one. Where you’re not sure where you are, or who we are, or what we’re gonna do to you - but you can’t do anything to stop it...”

I gulped, grinning back at him. I was already picturing more situations I could find myself in, where I was stolen away by my two partners, unable to recognise them or resist them, afraid but acquiescent. Powerless to stop them from taking advantage of me, defenceless against their dark desires, letting them use me however they wanted - because I was just a toy, and that was what I was for...

Noticing how I was squirming and blushing, AJ piped up, “Sooo, Jelly Doll, I know we kinda neglected to get you off... d’you want me to correct that little oversight?” She winked and stuck her tongue out at me, waggling it in the air.

I licked my lips, considering as I stared down at her face nestled on my chest. On the one hand, yes, please, I’d like to cum very very much! But on the other, the thought of them using me to get themselves off and then discarding me, not bothering to see to my sexual needs because I was just their sex doll whose needs were unimportant... As I’ve mentioned, I was already deeply attracted to that notion, but now that I could think about it, now that I could process the denial and the dehumanisation - god, it was irresistible...

In the end, I left it up to Alyssa to decide whether I got my freezegasm, or went without. And I think I’ll leave her decision up to your imagination! I know that either outcome will satisfy a lot of people, so I’m gonna pull a Schrödinger on you guys so everyone’s satisfied. (Except me, possibly, depending on which side you’re on!)

***

An hour and a shower later, the three of us were on the couch watching some talk show, having changed into pyjamas (I had a pair I kept at their apartment). Alyssa had also put on cute little white socks, and I couldn’t resist the urge to tickle her through the cotton soles, getting a muffled squeal and some feeble wriggling in response. She couldn’t do much more to defend herself, trussed up as she was in invisible bonds.

Richard had thought it only fair, since she’d ‘kidnapped’ me, to do the same to her, so he’d bound her wrists, elbows, knees and ankles together, and laid her across our legs. Her head was in his lap, his right hand stroking her hair, his left hand holding her tied arms, keeping them pressed to her chest, her fingers splayed across her chin. On the other end of the couch, her feet rested on my left thigh, and my right hand was fondling her butt through her pink pyjama shorts. It wasn’t much of a punishment for her, to be honest, because she loves bondage so much - not that you’d know it from the torrent of snark and abuse she fired at Richard, until he glued her lips shut. (Which, I half-suspected from her dreamily happy expression, was her plan all along...)

So we sat and watched TV and waited for our dinner to be ready, Richard and me chatting while our bound and gagged girlfriend drifted in stuck, silent subspace on our laps. Conversation was casual at first (‘how was your day’, ‘how was work’, etc.), but we circled back to discussing the Grand Theft Jelly Doll scene, because who wouldn’t? I described how hot it felt to be helpless and subservient, to be used as a fleshlight and masturbatory aid for two people I believed to be strangers, to have no choice and be entirely at the mercy of their whims. Reliving it naturally started to work me up again, and I moved along the couch to make out with him, shuffling under Alyssa’s legs and ending up with her ass (the side of it, anyway) on my thighs instead. She grumbled incoherently through her stuck lips, clearly irked that she couldn’t join in with the kissing. I made sure to squeeze her butt to mollify her.

“So, if we were to make you into our free-use toy,” Richard murmured, his face buried in my hair as he gently nibbled at my earlobe, “so we can freeze you and fuck you whenever we want, in whichever hole we choose... would that be something you’d enjoy?”

Fuck. Fuck. I’m pretty sure my whole body turned crimson, and it took me like five seconds to gather myself enough to squeak, “Yes!” Another long pause later, I managed to stammer, “I, I mean, w-we might need to l-lay out some g-ground rules, bu-but... in principle... yes.” I turned my head to face him, gazing eagerly into his eyes. “Hell, yes, Master!”

He nodded and smiled reassuringly. He’d been doing this long enough with AJ that I knew he’d be careful to respect whatever rules we set out. He’d demonstrated how caring and considerate a Master he was just tonight, by not ramming his cock down my throat when my neck was bent earlier.

We’d plotted the kidnapping (or rather, theft) scenario in advance - not right down to the last detail, but the structure of the evening had been laid out pretty clearly. The plan allowed for some additional messing with me when AJ got me home, but as you’ve seen, she wanted to jump straight to the sex. (I can’t blame her. I’m really hot.) I’d been hypnotised to forget the plan as soon as they dropped me off at work, to think I drove myself there that day (giving me a reason to stroll out to the parking lot and get stolen), and to fail to recognise either of my partners, their apartment, or the route there. And, of course, I’d been conditioned with the answers to them (and only them) asking if I was a person or a toy, and what good toys do - and to believe the answers were correct.

(Which I still kinda did, to be honest. Being just a toy, not a person - a moving mannequin, a sentient sex doll - was a notion I couldn’t get out of my mind. I didn’t really want to, either. It just seemed to fit, like a puzzle piece that had been missing from my brain for my entire life...)

But free use? CNC? That was a whole other level to anything we’d done so far. I’d never had that kind of relationship before, and while it was absolutely irresistibly hot, and I was very much on board, I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t slightly apprehensive. Of course, we did due diligence when it came to negotiating and establishing rules and boundaries (once AJ could speak aloud again) - we’re nothing if not rigorous when it comes to keeping all of us safe. It was the first time for them, too.

Well... Alyssa kinda already had that dynamic, because she had Danielle living in her head full-time, but that wasn’t technically CNC. Or at least, we hadn’t been calling it that - although now that we thought about it, it did tick a lot of the same boxes. Richard and I could ask to make use of Dani whenever we wanted, or she could mess with her alter-ego - but AJ could always overrule us if she wanted. Even if she wasn’t consciously aware of any mischief, she had that protected corner of her brain acting as a failsafe. Then again, that would be true of me too. Richard had repeatedly assured me that if at any time I wasn’t comfortable doing something, or I wanted to snap out of my trance or my frozen state, I would be able to say ‘beetroot’ and put an end to the scene, just as AJ could. We realised that we’d already been carrying out a pretty safe, healthy CNC lifestyle without even realising it!

So, if there had been worries (and there weren’t, really), they were quickly alleviated. Besides, my few nerves weren’t enough to hold me back when Master told me, “I guess we’d better start working even harder to make you a perfect toy, Jelly Doll.”

It was all I could do not to scream out, ‘You son of a bitch, I’m in!’