Jazmine meets her exes

“Well, well, long time no see,” Jazmine said with a smile. Her two exes arrived at the closed shop. She held each of their dolls in a different hand. Me and Annie were hiding behind a counter, waiting for the right moment.

“And if it isn’t Nudie Jazzy, here for another lesson?” Dahlia asked.

“Yeah, what do you want, Jazmine?”

“Just to have a little fun!” Jazmine lifted the dolls, showing them off smugly.

“How cute, you think you can copy me.” Pamela rolled her eyes.

“Copy? More like master. I improved on your party tricks and created my own discipline. Watch!” Jazmine grabbed the dolls, whispering a command into their ears. “Stay still and listen well to my instructions!”

As if their batteries had died, both Dahlia and Pamela stopped moving everything but their eyes, which darted around in panic as they realized what was happening.

“Now, turn up the mic…” I whispered to Annie.

“First, you’ll go back home, take all your stuff, including clothes, and donate them to charity. Afterward, you’ll run three laps around the city screaming your name and urging people to tag you in their photos. And then, you’ll come back to my house so we can keep the fun rolling… understand? Now go!”

With venom almost dripping out of their eyes, both Dhalia and Pamela started undressing on the spot. Their movements were janky, as they tried to undress as strip as they could. Pamela started from the top, her shirt and bra flying away while her voluptuous chest spilled out to freedom.

Dahlia started from the bottom, kicking off her shoes and sliding down her skirt and panties, only a patch of dark hair affording her sex some modesty.

But they weren’t the only women stripping. Jazmine had started to take off her shirt too, her pants already down her porcelain legs.

“What’s going on?”

“This is going on!” I stood up and showed Jazmine a doll. Her doll. While we were stealing the shop’s key from the couple’s apartment, Annie and I took the opportunity to retrieve the old heirloom. We were lucky they still kept it after all this time. Maybe it was some sort of insurance in case she came back?

But still, Jazmine had us at her beck and call. She specifically forbade us from trying to turn the tables on her, but she said nothing about doing it to herself. So, we put a little earpiece on the doll’s ears and a mic on her dress so that she would hypnotize herself.

While Jazmine removed her dress, she found the little mic on the collarbone. Words weren’t needed to explain what happened, she realized it immediately.

“Well played,” she said. “But I still control you. I order you to never obey me again and do whatever you want from now on… wait what?”

While I distracted Jazmine, Annie went to her former lovers and convinced them to hypnotize the doll to say those things. Neither Pamela nor Dahlia could stop undressing, but they could talk before they started their naked tour of the city.

“Thanks!” Annie said with a smile.